Title: MONEY (Mammon) CONFESSES Post by: Ras_Kwame on June 03, 2005, 06:15:20 PM MONEY (MAMMON) CONFESSES
I was introduced to the world by ancient Babylon Jah made man, man made me and made me his god Man gave me the crown because.....he cannot serve Jah and me.. Mammon, my prefered name 'Cus it brings the devil in me out I'm the root of all evil I control the masses And enslave populations To my disciples, I'm more powerful than Jah Even though I don't grow on tree, and aint even a living being; I'm still the most loved one Getting your hands on me, whether dirty or clean is the American Dream the world yearns for When has a creature owned it's creator? Why do you think that you can't live without me? I'm only coins, papers, plastic and numbers on balance sheets..can't you see? I don't really create nothing by my own accord I'm only good for exchangement.... With heavy weaponary I'm often exchanged with Causing death and destruction when disrespected Is my way of controlling my eternal slaves O man have you ever asked yaself If you can wear me as clothes? Can you crop me for food? Do I send my rain unto fertile Earth? Does my oxygen give life to Earth's creatures? Do I shine my sunrays unto Earth, as daylight? NO! Indeed I don't Yet, 'cus the love I make to man Is so intense, he never get enough of me He lusts for me all night long He is masturbating on me all night long He works for me all his life and I control even his sub-conscious mind... He won't marry without my approval He is constantly insecure without me He maims and kills for me when asked to He steals to have me come to him He prays for me and forsakes his family to get a chunky bite off my goodies Ironically, I only add to his greed and sufferings Now listen! You can't buy life with me 'Cus I wiill do anything to be a living being like you, myself You can't buy happiness with me 'Cus I'm never happy in the hands of anyone You can't buy love with me 'Cus I'm faithful to nobody You can't buy slavation with me either 'Cus I'm doomed to be destroyed eternally, one day You can keep trying though, like you've been schooled to... Got it? Now listen! 'Cus I hate repeating myself The truth is you are never gonna find peace Until you take heed to this confession of mine Got it? For the man without sense Who will blindly clinch unto me with his soul He shall go in silence Yet, violence and devastation shall be his lagacy on the poor 'Cus even if you go against the odds And find some contendment with me Even if you somehow get ya heartfill with me, I say, even if you rule the whole world with me as ya legitimate mandate You've already lost one O fool.... For ya soul, belongs to me, Mammon..and it's doomed |